Crush

"Brat, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" Intense bloodlust rose from Zhuge Hong. 

"Just come at me with all you got." On the other hand, Jian Wushuang was still maintaining a gentle smile. He even taunted Zhuge Hong by wiggling his index finger intentionally. 

Zhuge Hong darted forward instantly. Intense divine power surged from all parts of his body as he morphed into a bolt of lightning. 

The bolt of lightning shot out abruptly and left afterimages on the drill ground. 

"How quick!" 

"This speed is insane!" 

Several Lin Mansion disciples couldn't help but exclaim. 

That ferocious bolt of lightning reached Jian Wushuang in no time and Zhuge Hong slashed down his faint purple sabre towards Jian Wushuang. 

The sabre glow was eerie and about to split Jian Wushuang into two.